((Gallavich one shot Ian/Mickey)) "My nasty boy."

"My nasty boy"

Mickey slammed through his door, like he always did, and kicked off his shoes and throw off his jacket. It had been a terrible day at work and he was tired and irritated. He got a shock when he found the house empty - unless from the redhaired boy that was sitting in the saggy couch and waited with his back against Mickey. Waiting for him?
"How was your day baby?" He asked naturally and Mickey clenched his fists, getting annoyed just by his too sweet voice.

"Ian, shut up! I'm not your baby," he growled and moved to the kitchen to crack up a beer, but he just got to the fridge before the taller guy grabbed his wrists and pushed Mickey back against the fridge.
"You know you shouldn't swear towards me Mickey, especially not when I just asked you a nice question.." Ian purred softly into Mickeys ear and then pulled away, not much more than he could look him in the eye.

Mickey gulped and pushed him away. "I'm tired.. Leave me alone or at least give me a fucking break.."
Ian chewed sternly on his lip. "I don't even know why you're still on your feet, baby.." He tilted his head, "you know the game honey.."
Mickey snorted and grabbed a beer from the fridge and opened it, taking three deep sips before he sat it down on the counter. "No."

Ian frowned and tilted his head again. "No what? Sweetheart, you agreed to our game, you begged me to play with you like the little slut you are.." He trailed his hand to Mickey's neck and rubbed it lightly before he moved his hand up in Mickey's black hair.
The smaller boy moaned quietly and looked down, a little ashamed by his behavior and he knew that what Ian said was true.

"I.. I.." Mickey got interrupted when Ian grabbed his hair harshly and yanked him down to the floor, forcing Mickey down.
"Bad boy!" Ian said coldly and held him down for a bit before he felt that Mickey adjusted, "you know I don't like my pets to misbehave.." He let go a little of Mickey's hair and stroked it instead, "I guess you had a hard day at work huh?"
Mickey bit his lip so he wouldn't say anything snarky and he nodded, his fists clenched in slight irritation. Damn, sometimes Ian could be so hard and strong..

Ian looked down at him and mocked quietly: "poor baby.." He tugged his hair carefully and then leaned down and grabbed Mickey's chin with his thumb and longfinger and met his grace. Mickey blushed and looked at him, still so unused by being submissive.
"You wanna talk about it or should we go down to business?"
Mickey gulped and then sighed, learning from earlier mistakes that he couldn't deny Ian and he rubbed his head against Ian's leg.

Ian smirked, satisfied with Mickey. "Good boy... Let's move it to the bed, shall we?"
Mickey sighed and nodded and started to get on his feet when Ian pushed him down again.
"Bad boy!" He hissed angrily and sighed, "you wanna know what happens if you stand up without permission?"

The shorter boy looked at him annoyed and couldn't help but raising an cocky eyebrow. What could that twink do to him?
Ian sighed tiredly and gestured. "Then get up and I'll show you what happens.."
Mickey hesitated for a moment before he got up and faced Ian.
After just a few seconds of staring Mickey felt a harsh sting of pain over his cheek and he gasped speechless as he understood what Ian had done: his boyfriend had slapped him!

It wasn't too weird after all. Mickey and Ian had both had their days when they couldn't other than slap the other's chin, but now it felt impossible. He bit his lip and then said sternly: "w-what t-the fu-"
He got another slap and this time he whimpered and held his hand over his cheek.
"Did I say that you could talk? Huh? Did I?" Ian scolded angrily and he slapped Mickey a third time, feeling a little guilty but he knew Mickey could take it.

"Boys like you needs to learn their place!" He muttered lowly and then snapped his fingers. "If you don't want your head to get smashed I suggest you kneels down like the cockslut you truly are."